It wasn't until Katherine saw the familiar streets of New Orleans that a thought occurred to her. "Hang on. What happened with the pack? Did you turn them?"

"Not yet. I spoke to Kalina about it. She agrees it could be a good thing for some of the members, which is why she will discuss it with them whilst the Emerson house is being renovated. I am to meet them in two weeks for an answer."

"Back in Colorado?"

"No. Here."

"Here?" Katherine frowned. "Klaus, they'll get killed. You know werewolves aren't allowed anywhere near the French Quarter."

"Yes, thank you for reminding me of Marcel's ridiculous rules."

She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. "Okay then genius, how exactly are you going to get over thirty werewolves into the city without Marcel and his murderous vampires killing them all?"

He smirked. "I never said anything about the city."

"The bayou." Katherine sighed. "And you couldn't just say that instead of being extremely vague like you've been during this entire trip?"

"Come now Katerina. What would be the fun in that?"

She inhaled sharply as he placed his hand on her thigh, brushing his thumb over the material of her jeans. "Klaus. What are you doing?"

A satisfied grin made its way onto his lips when he heard her reaction. "Nothing. Yet. Why? Did you want me to do something?"

She gave him an annoyed look and moved his hand away from her. "No. And even if I did, which I don't, it wouldn't be while you're driving."

"Have you forgotten vampires have excellent vision? I am not going to crash the car because of a few...distractions." He looked over at her, his eyes shining with their usual mischief.

"Mhm. Well in case you forgot, I'm already dying. And I'd rather not die earlier than when I'm supposed to. Definitely not for something as cliché as a car crash."

Klaus sighed, his playful mood having faded at the reminder. "I am not going to let you die. I will find a way to save you."

"I told you what Grace said. The cure was created far too long ago for anyone to know anything about it now. Not to mention it was never supposed to be taken from the body of whoever took it. A Dumont witch, a former member of Les Filles de la Lune de Sang couldn't explain why I was still alive. What makes you think you can?" She wasn't trying to snap at him, but she couldn't control her anger. Or her frustration. She was going to die. It was now a sure thing and Klaus wanted to give her hope. He wanted to play knight in shining armor, even though they both knew he wouldn't find anything.

"I didn't want Elijah looking for way, I don't want you to either. Let's face it. I'm on borrowed time. I'd rather just learn to deal with that and make the most of it while I still can."

"No." This time he snapped as he abruptly pulled the car over. "I am not going to watch you give up. Selhání se nerovná vzdání se Katerina. Grace Dumont failed. We will not."

"Don't do that." She whispered looking away from his determined blue green eyes. "Don't give me hope. Don't make me believe that you'll actually find a way to save my life because I might just be desperate enough to believe you."

He placed a hand on her cheek, gently turning her head to face him. "I am not letting you die. I will do anything, absolutely anything, to save you."

"Why?" She asked softly, holding back the tears in her eyes. "Why do you even want to? I know you have some weird feelings for me but, you're Klaus Mikaelson. The invincible original hybrid, who doesn't let anyone or anything get the best of him. You're having a baby and you have your war with Marcel. I just don't see why I'm suddenly on the list of your priorities."

"Because..." He sighed and shook his head. "This can't be how it ends."

"How what ends?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"This. Us." He whispered as if it should've been obvious. "We have been in each other's live for five whole centuries. For half of my life you've been there along with the promise that someday I would have my revenge. It may not be what I want now, but, the basis of that promise still stands. You and I, we belong together."

"Excuse me?" Katherine questioned with a raised eyebrow. She did not just hear her greatest enemy tell her that they belonged together.

"Not like that." He quickly added when he saw the way she was looking at him. "I only meant. Our lives are intertwined. They have been for five hundred years. Sometimes...people come into your life and they change everything. Their impact is so strong that, it changes the way you think, the way you act. How you feel about certain things. Even if there is nothing but darkness in that relationship or person, sometimes we cannot help but grateful to the people who in a way, saved us. If we never met, you would have been happy. You would have lived an ordinary life in England, married and had children. Perhaps your father would've let you return to Bulgaria. You would have died an ordinary human death and the world as it is now would have absolutely no idea who you were. Who you could have been."

He looked away from her. "Whereas I, I would have given up on breaking my curse had I never met you. Five hundred years was a very long time for the doppelgänger to surface. I had been everywhere by the time we met, and I was already losing hope. You brought it back. And when you ran you brought back my anger. My emotions. Before you, I only had one goal. To break my curse. It was all I could think about from the moment I would wake up until I went to sleep. Chasing you around the world, it gave me another purpose. It was trivial truly. But it was something to think about rather than the thought of never being free of my curse." He didn't look at her because he could see her staring at him and getting lost in those deep brown eyes wasn't something he needed in this moment. However, his hand did reach to slowly take hers. And when she didn't pull away, he continued.

"We have put each other through hell, Katerina. But can you really imagine a different reality? Would you want to?"

Katherine pondered his words as her thumb traced over the back of his hand. His skin was soft and mesmerizing. She wanted more. More time with him, more love, more passion. "No." She finally answered, completely sure of what she was saying. "For five hundred years I've been forced to run from you. The moment I turned I had to say goodbye to the sweet naive girl who trusted anyone who gave her a smile. I had to become cruel and merciless. Nothing else mattered except staying alive. Everyone I know would say I'm crazy but, I don't hate you for that. You forced me to grow up. You forced me to be strong and to never rely on anyone except myself. I like this version of me more than the pathetic girl I used to be. And whether I like it or not, that's because of you."

She was brushing her thumb along his wrist now, trying to memorize every inch of his skin.

"I wouldn't trade my life now for an ordinary human one. I loved being a vampire. I loved the feeling I got from it. That 'I'm on top of the world' feeling. Even now, when I'm a dying human, I'm still me. Just not nearly invincible." She smiled a little. "I like who I became. Who I am. Even if no one else does."

He wanted to ask her why she hated him. Despite how angry she became the last time that question left his lips, he needed to know now more than ever. But as she looked at him and their eyes locked, he found there was only one thing he wanted to tell her in this moment. "I like you too." He whispered. "Just the way you are."

That one seemingly simple sentence appeared to have struck a silent agreement between the two, as not two seconds after it was spoken, their lips connected in an intense, fiery kiss.

Katherine's hands worked quickly in an effort to rid them both of their clothing, once more ignoring the voice in her head telling her to stop this madness.

But she didn't want to stop. She hadn't back at the cabin and she didn't now. She didn't care about the consequences or anything except her newfound knowledge. Klaus liked her. He wasn't just attracted to her or bound by their history together. He actually liked her personality. Her opinions. Her ideas. Her.

She didn't care if it was madness to sleep with her enemy of five hundred years and actually enjoy it. If it was, then she'd gladly be mad. After all, all the best people are.